Pregnant For My Bully
Chapter 58

It seemed like my bad luck was on a roll today because, I soon as I walked out of the classroom door-wiping the remaining tears on my face and still massaging my neck-Kimberly and three of her minions waylaid me.

They backed me into a corner and forcefully led me into the girls' bathroom.

As we got in, Aneeka secured the door and took her position directly behind Kimberly.

Kimberly looked at me, one hand on her waist and her right hip protruding in her favorite pose.

"What the f**k is going on between you and Adrian?" She spat, shooting me a glare.

I swallowed.

"What do you mean?" I asked, trying to buy time.

Malia rolled her eyes saying, "Bitch, don't act dumb."

"I don't know what you're talking about," I repeated, crossing my hands in front of my chest.

Kimberly walked up to me. Out of nowhere she grabbed a fistful of my hair and dragged on it. I let out a sharp yelp, shoving her backwards with all the strength I could muster.

Malia and Aneeka stared at me in shock, mouth agape.

"You little bitch!" Malia exclaimed, just about the same time Kimberly recovered, walking up to me and slapping me hard on my left cheek.

"Don't you ever put your hands on me, bitch!" She screamed. "You f*****g ruined my top!"

My cheek stung. And I could tell that the rings Kimberly always wore would definitely leave a mark.

Clearly not done, Kimberly grabbed me by the jaw, her artificial nails digging into my skin. Forcing me to look at her she said, "You're a nobody, Amelia. Stop forgetting that. Adrian doesn't give a shit about you. Stay the f**k away from him." I struggled to release myself from her grip but Aneeka and Malia held me down, holding my arms on either sides.

"I see what you're trying to do, Amelia. Playing the good girl so Adrian would fall for you? You're trying to be part of the cool crowd now, huh? You pathetic piece of shit."

"That's NOT what I'm doing," I screamed out in protest.

I would never do that. What the heck did I need popularity for anyway?

Kimberly shushed me saying, "There's no need to deny it Amelia. I see you. I see what a pretentious bitch you are. All you want is to be on top right?"

She laughed. "Go home, Mel. Go throw some roses on mommy and daddy's grave, will you?"

Kimberly saw that she had hit home. She smiled, placing a hand on my shoulder. "That's right, loser. Go on. I mean, they obviously can't stand you either. But... they're dead so it wouldn't matter of course." A tear began to pool in my eyes.

Malia noticed. She cackled as if seeing me cry was the funniest thing in the world.

As the three of them surrounded me, laughing and sneering at my misery. I felt like nothing more than a mere cockroach for everyone to step on.

And, not for the first time, I wished I was in the backseat of that car the day of my parents' death.

Amelia Forbes

I sped from the bathroom, tears still dripping my eyes.

This was the second time I was crying in less than 30 minutes.

I grabbed Nana's house keys from my locker and headed for the exit. I needed to go home. I needed to sleep. I needed all this pain to stop.

It was raining heavily and the sky was dark. Just like state of my life right now. Dark and gloomy.

Nevertheless, I walked into the rain. I had already decided I was going home right now, and not even the rain could stop me. Besides it was perfect for hiding the tears streaming down my face.

Nana wasn't home when I got back. I unlocked the door and walked in, my clothes and shoes leaving pools of water on the floor.

I put a hand to my forehead, sliding slowly to the floor.

A sob escaped me as I recalled the events of today. When would the day come where I would go to school and not have any one insult me, throw something at me, or hit me.

Was it too much to ask to just live a normal life. Why couldn't they just leave me alone.

I don't want to be here. I don't want to be here. I repeated this over and over as if repeating it would make it come true.

"All I want to do is feel normal!" I yelled to the empty house. "I want to be left alone. Just leave me alone."

Tears spilled down my cheeks. I wanted to throw something. Hit something. Blame someone. But I knew.

I knew it was my fault. Everything. I realized that the only crime I had committed was... existing.

Living. Breathing.

Slowly, I walked up to my room and collapsed on my bed.

I woke up to Nana shaking me awake, alarm visible in her eyes.

I realized that I was still in my wet clothes.

Seeing me awake, Nana signed, Are you okay, dear?

My lips parted to reply but no sound came out. My throat was sore from crying and I found it hard to breathe.

I could see that Nana was panicking. I wanted to reassure her. Tell her I was okay. Tell her nothing was wrong with me. But all I could hear was the pounding of my chest in my ears.

My lungs felt like there were weights resting on them. It was getting harder to stay awake by the second. Nana slapped my cheek lightly, probably in a bid to keep me awake.

She placed the back of her palm on her forehead. The speed at which she snatched her hand off was enough to show me that I was running a temperature.

Stay awake, baby, Nana signed. She rushed out, returning with a bowl of water and a cloth.

The last thing I remembered was collapsing in her arms.